The Lost Dogs
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Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Fri, Mar 21, 2014
Words can't describe our pain.
Letters can't represent the damage.
Sentences can't explain how we feel.
We are pit bulls, and we are used against our own kind.
Maybe a story will do.
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